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Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
'twas March, I saw you first
in your slender demeanour
mute shine on your lips, adorn
Silent when I moved across
just behind, in queue.. to you
Introduced hath an acquaintance
the gentle vibes about you
the poems that you hadn't yet writ
the pen that had yet not wrote
It was similarities, I had seen
flowers that graced your wall;
Striking carnage in my mind
dissimilating my being,
And, finally in triumph, declared
yourself, I _ an adversary
Oh, but why, an adversary?
Since we could decide on
being likeminded friends
Timmy Shanti May 2020
Près de toi, je rêve encore.
Près de toi, il n'y a pas de souci.
Avec toi je lâche mon cœur
Et ma vie est déjà réussie.

De toi viennent toutes choses :
L’amour, la paix, le bonheur…
Le monde est plein de métamorphoses,
Mais près de toi, chante sans arrêt mon cœur !
Begun a loooong time ago, completed today with a sense of wholeness and blitheness.
18 v 2020
Zhavaed Haemaed May 2020
Through thick and thin,
       Through every clamoring din,
You have been my unfaltering constant
hydonni Apr 2020
Let us cry out our names in primal need in the dark,
And kiss like Eskimos when light comes.
Let us tear into ourselves like animals through the night,
And make pancakes in the morning.
Anastasia Mar 2020
Hello amour,
I thought I'd tell you
That your glimmering eyes
Are the souls of stars
Unfaltering
I thought you should know
That your lips are like wine
They give me a buzz
When I see them
And drink them in
I thought I would let you know
That your laugh is sweeter than the sound
Of raindrops pattering on roses
Jésu Jackna Feb 2020
Un amant ailé

Soleil éthéré d’été
Laissez-moi être ton Icare
Même si je tombe sur la mer
Blessez mes faibles ailes
Brûlez mes yeux du cristal
Pour avoir du plaisir de vous regarder
Seulement une fois dans l’aube

Tomber amoureux, ce n’est pas un canular
Mais comment peux-je dire si vous me trompez ou pas ?
Serez-vous capable de me susurrer des illusions ?
Serais-je capable d’être le guignol de tes mains ?




Larmes d’or
Dessous kilos du sel
Personne n’écoute le son des souffrances invisibles
Néanmoins, comment pourrais-je demeurer dans vos oreilles ?  
Quand l’air, c’est l’eau
Et quand mes veines ont des poissons,
Toujours cannibales,
En nageant dans le liquide sanglant.

Serra ici le vide n’est plus un chose à craindre ?
Serra l’amour qui donne l’heure obscure ?
Alors, on paralysera et tombera sur un dimensionnelle lagune ?
Sans savoir où ou qui je serais
Malgré une existence n’est pas une réalité
Sans vous, les flammes, dans mon cœur avare
K Balachandran Jan 2020
I bat both eyelids.
She attributes motive and winks.
The right moment to think!
Kivanc Jan 2020
If I have to talk about amour
I can't cause of being mute
This is my creature
Which is whether bad or not
And this is my illness
Which is whether contagious or not
I crawl in desert I create
Hoping to see you in a mirage
In order to be my life
Why do you run away from me?
I mourn you a lot
I hope that I write properly.
Eva Dec 2019
There was a time before
I met the one I adore
Now I’m in love and know for sure
There is no such thing as “after” mi amor.
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